Clothes as before

With Shen Shangu's detailed route explanation, Fu Lingyi soon arrived at Sun Xuepu's residence.

It is a small hillside.

There are actually two rows of houses built on this hillside, but they are all made of wooden planks, crumbling here and there, obviously they can be regarded as the slums of Jinan City.

That great painter who was compared to Cao Buxing and Wu Daozi lived in this kind of place?

Fu Lingyi frowned, he didn't think it was because Sun Xuepu liked this place, it was easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

When a person, especially a well-known painter like Sun Xuepu, was so sought after back then, he must have gained both fame and fortune.

Such a person who is used to living in the Splendid Loft and eating delicious food can endure this kind of bitter cold?

It's been so many years?

Even if it is to experience life, so that more human feelings and world conditions can be drawn into the painting, there is no need to suffer haha ​​to stay in the slums for so many years.

Still keeping his name incognito, he completely erased himself from the rivers and lakes.

Fu Lingyi had guessed that Sun Xuepu's life would not be as he wished, but he never thought that the other party would become like this.

In a dim and humble room, beside a dilapidated table, sat a hunched, white-haired old man with an indescribably lonely and desolate expression.

There is no vitality in his body that belongs to a living person. It seems that he lives only to wait for death.

Even if someone entered his room, his eyes were still staring blankly at somewhere in the dark room, as if nothing could arouse his attention.

The walking dead in general.

Fu Lingyi was startled, a little in disbelief: "You are Sun Xuepu?" Is this really the great painter?

The white-haired old man didn't have any expression on his face, he just said dumbly: "Yes, I am Sun Xuepu, two cents for asking divinations, and one cent for orders."

Fu Lingyi frowned and asked again: "The painter Sun Xuepu 20 years ago?"

Sun Xuepu said indifferently: "I am Sun Xuepu, a painter, but I changed my career 20 years ago. If you come to ask for a portrait, I'm afraid you will be 20 years late."

Only then did Fu Lingyi loosen his brows. He propped his forehead, looked at Sun Xuepu and said, "We are not here to ask you for a painting, but to ask you a question."

Chu Liuxiang who was at the side had already pulled out the portrait from his wide sleeve, and while unfolding the painting on the table, he asked, "We want to ask if you painted this painting..."

Before he could ask the question, he suddenly stopped speaking, because Chu Liuxiang had noticed something.

Not only him, Fu Lingyi also suddenly realized that Sun Xuepu's face had neither any expression nor the slightest emotion, just like a portrait of an idiot drawn by the worst painter. The next body has already lost its soul.

He didn't look at the portrait, nor did he look at Fu Lingyi and Chu Liuxiang, he was still staring blankly ahead.

Fu Lingyi looked up at Chu Liuxiang, and Chu Liuxiang also looked down at him, and the two exchanged eye contact:

Fu Lingyi looked into Sun Xuepu's eyes: This...is there something wrong with his eyes?

Chu Liuxiang nodded: It seems that something went wrong.

The two looked at each other, wondering what to ask, but Sun Xuepu suddenly said, "I am indeed blind."

His calm resignation made Fu Lingyi even more at a loss as to how to speak.

Fortunately, there is Chu Liuxiang, although he also sympathizes with Sun Xuepu, but he also knows that sympathy is useless at this moment, so he directly asked: "Although you can no longer see the person in the painting, you should also remember her, she A beauty, a beauty you must not forget."

Sun Xuepu was stunned, and suddenly said: "The painting you are talking about is two feet wide and three feet long. The person in the painting is wearing a blue dress with blue borders, and there is a black civet cat under his feet..."

For some unknown reason, his voice suddenly trembled.

In the end, not only his voice was trembling, but his entire body was trembling. His empty face looked terrified at this moment.

Fu Lingyi looked at him coldly, seeing that Sun Xuepu's body was shaking more and more, and he was about to be unable to sit still.

Fu Lingyi suddenly reached out and grabbed Sun Xuepu's wrist, "I said, who is this person?" His voice was as cold as ice and snow, and that kind of chill could instantly calm down a dizzy mind.

Sun Xuepu seemed to have woken up from a nightmare. He was stunned for a while, then said in a hoarse voice: "This person is called Qiu Lingsu."

Only then did Fu Lingyi and Chu Liuxiang know the love and hatred between Qiu Lingsu and Ximen Qian 20 years ago.

It turned out that 20 years ago, Qiu Lingsu found the most famous painter, that is, Sun Xuepu, and she asked Sun Xuepu to paint four portraits for her.

Because she wanted to give these four portraits to four men, all of whom had a relationship with her, but at this moment, she was going to cut off contact with them.

As for why Sun Xuepu became blind, it was because after the painting was completed, Qiu Lingsu set up a banquet with wine, and after getting Sun Xuepu drunk, he actually gouged out his eyes.

This made Fu Lingyi and Chu Liuxiang couldn't help sighing: This woman is so cruel. Not only did she want Ximen Qian and the others to miss her and suffer for a lifetime, but she also dug up Sun Xuepu because "I don't want Sun Xuepu to paint portraits of other women." s eyes.

The most important thing for a painter is his eyes. Qiu Lingsu's move simply ruined Sun Xuepu's life.

Because Sun Xuepu knew little about Qiu Lingsu, he could only explain to them why Qiu Lingsu painted these four portraits.

But besides that, Sun Xuepu also told them a more important clue: Wuyi Nunnery five miles out of the city, where Sun Xuepu painted her portrait, and the abbot of the nunnery, Master Suxin, is Qiu Lingsu's best friend .

Now that they found new clues, Fu Lingyi and Chu Liuxiang decided to go to Wuyi Temple to find Master Suxin.

The moment he stepped over the threshold, Fu Lingyi looked back at Sun Xuepu.

The other party was gray-haired and hunched over, like an old man who was dying.

Fu Lingyi sneered coldly: "What? Are you blind if you are blind?"

Although he hadn't gotten to know anyone these years, he had heard the names of many people. Among them was a disciple of Changgemen who was also blind due to an incident, but he didn't live like a walking dead.

On the contrary, I continued to write and paint, play the piano and play music as usual.

Sun Xuepu was startled.

I heard Chu Liuxiang sigh again: "Although the eyes are blind, the heart is not blind. If the heart is the eye, can't you paint...Brother Sun, think about it carefully, cherish it a lot."

Sun Xuepu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly said loudly: "Thank you for your advice, don't you know your surnames?"

There was only silence, no one was there.

Fu Lingyi and Chu Liuxiang went down the mountain side by side. Although this mountain is remote and there are no beautiful flower scenery, the common mountain flowers in the sunset have a romantic and charming flavor.

Fu Lingyi looked up at the sky comfortably, only to see large swaths of white clouds floating in the blue sky.

Fu Lingyi couldn't help but said: "Chu Liuxiang, wait until this matter is over, we can bask in the sun on the deck and listen to the sea breeze, um, it would be even better if we can prepare some fruit snacks."

Chu Liuxiang said with a smile in her voice, "Okay."

Sunshine, sea water, food and friends, just thinking about it makes me feel good.

He answered so simply and happily, Fu Lingyi couldn't help but look sideways at him: "Chu Liuxiang, why did you agree to be so happy?"

He touched his chin and pretended to be suspicious: "You don't want me to pay the bill, do you?"

Chu Liuxiang also touched his chin, pretending to be suspicious: "Are you rich?"

Fu Lingyi hehe: "...Chu Liuxiang, do you want to die?" Why are you always picking up which pot?

Chu Liuxiang couldn't help laughing, "I don't want to."

Although the two were talking and joking, their steps were not slow, and they quickly rushed down the mountain, only to see a black-topped cart parked in front of the hillside. This kind of black-topped cart is the most common means of transportation in Jinan City.

After all, he couldn't perform lightness kung fu during the day, Chu Liuxiang turned his head and asked Fu Lingyi's opinion: "Do you want to take a car?"

Fu Lingyi frowned: "Chu Liuxiang, do you find it strange?"

"Why do you say that all of a sudden?"

Fu Lingyi's thin lips moved, and he said via voice transmission: "Isn't this a slum? Why is there a carriage waiting here?"

Chu Liuxiang is not a foolish person, after thinking about it, he already understood: "You mean he waited here on purpose?"

Fu Lingyi nodded: "It should be." He continued to transmit voice: "What are you going to do next?"

To follow the plan, or to ignore it?

It's not how to do it, but how to do it.

Fu Lingyi believed in Chu Liuxiang's decision.

Chu Liuxiang only felt warm in his heart, but at the same time, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. He didn't know what it was, but he suddenly wanted to reach out and hold Fu Lingyi's hand.

Forget it, if Fu Lingyi knew about this idea, he would be beaten to death.

So, Chu Liuxiang turned to smile at Fu Lingyi.

That smile is warmer than the sun.

That kind of warm and friendly gaze made Fu Lingyi's ears turn red. He couldn't help but tighten his lips, and said in a vicious voice, "I said, why don't you ask!"

Chu Liuxiang was like looking at a cute child, and her voice was full of helplessness: "I'll go, I'll go."

So he walked over and asked, "Is this car waiting for someone?"

The driver's round face was full of kindness, and he said with a smile, "I'm just waiting for you to come!"

Chu Liuxiang said: "Do you know that there is a Wuyi Nunnery outside the city?"

The driver smiled and said, "You've been looking for me, but you've found the right person. I sent my wife to burn incense the day before yesterday. You should always get in the car. You can't go wrong with the insurance."

The author has something to say: I want to kill myself, really.Why are you thinking so much.

Everyone in the entertainment industry was shocked.

The collection of dreams is as unrestrained as the wind and thousands of fans attack.

I feel like I'm going to die, really, if I dig another hole this year, I'll break my hand!

Dao Mo Dao Wu, 233 was originally a manuscript, and I posted it specially for you. Let me say one more thing. All my brain holes are the main attack. Well, there are about a dozen of them. (More than a dozen brain holes are going to be crazy) 233 In addition, I would like to thank Miss Xing for her (づ￣?3￣)づ